Day Twenty Six: Dîner Chez Moi

When I worked in Salem, my favorite place to get lunch was A&J King Bakery on Central Street. Incredibly sweet people serving incredibly fresh and delicious food. You should probably go there for lunch… right now. I usually ordered the same thing every time, and it inspired me to make my own salad sandwich here. Except ‘artisan’ is just ‘corner market food.’ (Sort of like how ‘military time’ is just, you know, time. Still getting used to that.)

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The bread’s the most important part. Pick something crusty, preferably still warm. If you pick the bag that calls it nutritious then you can feel better about the amount of bread you’re about to consume. Mmmm.

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Then the greens! (Side note – I can’t believe how over-packaged some of the foods are here. No recyclable boxes here. Even the apples and bananas come shrink wrapped.)

 I forgot to take a picture of the next part, but I made my own salad dressing with 2 parts olive oil, 1 part balsamic vinegar, and a sprinkle of salt and herbs de provence. Then I let the cheese hang out in the mix for a while.

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Sheep’s milk! I thought it was goat cheese all along. Regardless, it was REAL tasty. Now spread your homemade dressing on your crusty bread, sprinkle the balsamic-y feta cheese on your greens, and admire your handiwork.

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And don’t forget the vino.

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It’s a beautiful day outside, so you should probably open the window and let the breeze in while you’re eating.

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Immediately close the curtains when you see the creep across the street watching your every move.

No, not him. The vampire cat upstairs.

we're not friends, you can't have any.

we’re not friends, you can’t have any.

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Days Twenty Four & Twenty Five: Funemployment

Not here! I didn’t lose my job. I’m okay, mom.  🙂

I’ve started to give more serious thought to what’s going to happen after I leave Europe. Part of me wishes I didn’t have to, but I know that come August so many things are going to change that it won’t be the same anyway. Everyone will be on holiday or going home, my apartment will no longer be my apartment, and whatever warm days we’ve been having (75! yess!) will be over. Maybe I’ll come back someday but I understand that this fall is probably not that time.

So back on the job hunt it is! There isn’t so much out there now as there was in the spring, but I’m trying to be creative and find new avenues and organizations. There are a few consulting firms I have my eye on, but I think policy analysis or something in the environmental-policy-economy mix is where I will be firmly planted.

There are just so many being-an-adult things going through my head that my job and adjusting to another country have become easily the least of my worries. But enough of that!

Aside from job hunting, I spent Wednesday at my friend’s beauuuutiful apartment. Flat. Whatever. (I’m currently compiling a list of things I’m taking home with me, and I think the word flatmate sounds so much better than housemate. I’ll have to add it to the list.) And Tuesday was catching up with everyone and their mothers. KL, I think we Skyped for two hours? I’m okay with that.

Tonight I’m going to Place du Luxembourg – every Thursday, the hundreds of interns from the European Parliament get together in the plaza for happy hour. So excited!

I’ve been really bad at taking pictures and there’s only so many pictures of my dog I can share with you. Granted I have like, seven thousand of her, but that’s not why you’re here, yeah?

how about a little carlos sant-amsterdam?

how about a little carlos sant-amsterdam?